Le tablier

Immediately after arriving at Colin's place, Ed smelled something tasty coming from the kitchen. A very pleasant smell was filling the whole house and promising an enjoyable dinner. He hurried over to the kitchen straight away where Colin was standing showing his back to him, wearing the apron Ed bought him for his birthday. When Colin realised that he wasn't alone anymore, he turned around, with a big smile on his face.

"What are you cooking?"

"You know, I have found this amazing recipe in that old French cook book you had lying on a bookshelf in your bedroom. How could you not tried some of them throughout all these years? I've been literally drooling over them for the past three hours!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

Ed glanced over at the kitchen table and there he saw a bottle of champagne, accompanied with two glasses, and a plate full of cheese and olives.

"So what I'm making now is called coq au vin. You've come just in time; it's ready now." Colin added, put the chicken on two plates and put them on the table. "Would you like to sit down? Don't start eating just yet, close your eyes and I'll be right back!"

Ed obeyed him without a question and waited patiently for Colin to return. It didn't took long for him to return and say "Ouvre les yeux, c'est fait!" He lay two small bowls filled with mousse au chocolat and looked Ed into his eyes.

"It's perfect!" he said.

"No, you should say 'C'est parfait.'" answered Colin in impeccable French and sat down. "Bon appétit!"

With the dinner nearing its end, Ed was getting impatient to see what was following. Colin wouldn't invite him to come over just to eat dinner, would he? He wanted something more and couldn't wait to take off Colin's apron and explore what was under it.

"It's called le tablier, Ed." Colin said as if he was reading Ed's mind.

Red-headed slut

Somebody knocks on the door. Jonny opens it.

“…”

“Hello there,” says a familiar voice which somehow doesn’t quite fit the person standing in the doorway, exposing their figure in an old school uniform.

“Why … what?” Jonny gulps, looking at Thom’s rumpled and untucked shirt.

Thom springs out at him and kisses him passionately. “Fuck me.” He feels Jonny’s heartbeat, pulse racing more and more with every second. He pins Jonny against the closest wall, kisses him and places his hand on his own arse. “You can have all of me.”

Jonny’s eyes flash, his mouth curls up into a raunchy smile and grabs Thom’s waist with his free hand and leans his head to his ear. “I know a perfect place for it.” He disengages himself from Thom and then orders him to follow.

They reach Jonny’s car after what seems like eternity. In the car, Jonny unfastens Thom’s tie and uses it to cover up his eyes.

“Where are you taking me?” Thom asks, impatient.

“You’ll see.”

***

“Where are we?”

“I’m not telling you.” Jonny sternly answers. “Now, take off your clothes.” He pushes Thom on the damp ground and starts taking his clothes off.

“How do you want it?”

Jonny pauses for a second. “Turn around,” he says. “Scream my name.”

He enters him with these words and just as Thom lets out a loud moan they both fall into oblivion.

***

Thom lays quiet on the ground, while Jonny’s fingers are caressing his face. He takes off the tie from Thom’s eyes and pecks his forehead. “You’re just the same red-headed slut as you were when we were younger.”

“And I’m also ready to please you again, just like I was when we were younger.” Thom grins.

Mr. Sexiest Male

Thom was furiously refreshing a webpage. Mouse clicks could be heard to the other room where Jonny was practising on his guitar.

"Stop doing that, will you? It's getting on my nerves!" he shouted, furrowing his brow, when he couldn’t stand it anymore.

"I … can … must NOT let this happen." Thom mumbled. It was loud enough for Jonny to hear him.

"Thom, what's going on?" Jonny entered the room and saw him sitting in front of the computer, or rather jumping off his chair, trying desperately to hide the image showing on the screen. "Okay, what's that?"

"What? Ummm … er … nothing!" he chirped. He moved his hand behind his back in attempt to press the return key on the keyboard. Unfortunately, the screen went black.

"Look what you're doing!" Jonny yelled and walked over to panicking Thom.

That shouldn’t have happened. He mustn’t see what I’m doing.

Jonny successfully managed to push Thom away from the computer. He wanted to check what had caused the computer screen go black. Thom could be so clumsy at times. To his surprise, there was nothing wrong with the screen, it was merely turned off.

Please, Jonny, don’t do it.

Jonny turned the screen on and blinked at it. He saw a picture of Carl and numbers from 1 to 10 above it. He had actually wondered if Thom liked him and now he finally had a confirmation of his suspicion. He then glanced to the right side of the screen and there he saw his own photo under which it said “Your rating: 1”.

“Thom, I need an explanation! Why the hell are you voting on this website and why the hell have you rated me as the worst?” he clamoured.

Thom stood silent. Nothing happened for a minute.

Or two.

Or three.

“Thom!!”

“Well sorry, Mr. Sexiest Male, I might not find you just as sexy as all those fangirls do!” he shouted back. “Plus, it’s not fair. I should win this award. I am the sexiest Radiohead member and we all know how embarrassed you’re going to be if you win. You better leave the award to me.”

“You could’ve told me at the beginning you wanted me under you.”

“Follow me right away, I want to claim my rightful award.”

The scent of you

Ed woke up after a wild night with Colin. He turned around; wanting to kiss him, but the other half of the bed was empty. Ed touched the wrinkled sheet and sighed. He rose, and laid his head on his hands.

He couldn’t understand him. Colin was sometimes so passionate it hurt, and at times like now, he couldn’t stay near to Ed after a night spent together.

Nothing happened for a long time but Ed could scent someone right behind the door.

It was him.

“I’m ready for more,” he said when he entered and fell into Ed’s arms.

“Colin, the scent of you turns me on,” he replied and pulled him into a tight hug.